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an legendary painter, standing the tests of time.
Wouldn’t you like to attend your own funeral,
(Too soon, ahead of his time, so much much to live for
Waitin' at a stop light yesterday
As a funeral procession made its way through the gates
Watched it roll up a winding road
Through a field
Look me in the eyes
20 years I tried
Gentlemental Cries
It's a black suit funeral for the dead
Pay respects to any part of you that died
Balance out
that I'm gone
None of my enemies can hate on me now
And all my friends can do is pray for me now
Only God can judge me
Now that I'm dead and gone I
What is missing?
A neon bright light at the end of the night
Sure I’ll invite you to my party
By the way, thanks for the diary
yesterday
Turns out I'm dead
Happened a long, long time ago, but no-one said
The funeral, for friends and family
Was minimal
If you count god
Stand by
Stand by
All that we've been through
All we can't undo
I'm picking out the songs to set the mood
They'll play them at a funeral for
gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over
Base camp, space camp
Bass in your face fuck, brace for the rain dance
Back in the back of the classroom
After a magical nap in a vacuum
Act
change his own destiny
But the price is high that has got to be paid
For everyone who survives there are many who fail
I've seen my friends caught out
Across the
Untouched majesty
I roam the world
Endlessly
I am free
Still though i am haunted
By the winds of change
The funeral winds
Enlighten me
Where I'm at right now,
I ain't got no tolerance for somethin' stupid, or hatred, or envy.
If you bringin' any one of those,
How bout, Leave me
Dad's diaries are waiting
In the top drawer of a bed stand
In the places that we go
When we get lonely for an hour
The paper-thin parchment
Crunches
Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 a.m.
I finished up all of your beer, now I'm startin' on your gin
I went through your diary, flipped through your
by Jonas Salk
is this sad refrain
That I bought Funeral flowers
For the wedding and baby showers
I'm going to count down the hours until the end
Canada (words and music by Tully)
Snowstorm in Manitoba sliding on the highway at night. I said slow down Dan take it out of cruise control
of friends and ex's
Letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad
And then I found some sort of sex diary
And I went to the latest entry
It explicitly detailed
don't care about friends
I was made to be on my own
I came in this world by myself
And I'm leavin' alone
Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own
With
Fueling hate within patience with yourself gets paper thin
Desperate for a win become the type that's got the fakest friends
In the end funeral is
you livin'
It ain't got to be like that
By doing the givin'
It was your own choice
Scratched up your Rolls Royce
Every dumb friend you had
Was
horrible motherfucking web I weave
Around myself
I look to my friends
Seduced by the bottle and the warmth of a syringe
I live my life like a terminal
His lips were moving up and down
A mutual friend he doesn't see much now He's in my phone
He said I'm in his too
He wants to be more official
He
And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
And he missed the swimming pool only by inches
And everyone
just stumbled into the whole affair saying
When I die, hallelujah by and by
When I die, hallelujah by and by
Uncle John's rougher friends want to relate
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